Because Love Isn't Over Yet

Meet me
in Atlanta,
or on the West Coast,
somewhere neutral,
where the salt air
helps us breathe slow.

Let's talk about Gruner
and coffee,
and we will ignore the past
for a few hours,
until we get back
to my place.

We will turn it to dust
and kisses,
do you want it
to be honest?
I got the eyes of my heart
on you!

You are the light 
of a photograph,
you are the words
in arrangement.
Show me what you need.